Tall Husband deftly carves his pumpkin but refuses to carve mine.
I survive the gooey mess and carve a "twin" to his pumpkin.
It's that time of year again...autumn. A time when we (in Houston) hope that Halloween will be cool so that we will not swelter in our costumes. Though, I think that Tall Husband secretly hopes for hot weather, as he hates wearing costumes. And his Tigger costume is really warm. So is my Pooh costume but I love wearing it and having little children smile and squeal when they see me as Pooh.
One year when our twin granddaughters, Sofia and Gabi, were young, we bought the Tigger and Pooh costumes. We drove to their home and blended in with the trick-or-treat crowd. When we rang their doorbell they appeared in their princess costumes and gave us candy.
"You can come in now, Tito and Tita," Sofia said as we started to walk away.
"How did you know it was us?" we asked.
"Pooh doesn't carry a Ralph Lauren purse, Tita!" Gabi answered.
One year when our twin granddaughters, Sofia and Gabi, were young, we bought the Tigger and Pooh costumes. We drove to their home and blended in with the trick-or-treat crowd. When we rang their doorbell they appeared in their princess costumes and gave us candy.
"You can come in now, Tito and Tita," Sofia said as we started to walk away.
"How did you know it was us?" we asked.
"Pooh doesn't carry a Ralph Lauren purse, Tita!" Gabi answered.
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